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Volume 1 Chapter 163 Designs and Traps, Invisible Nets

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    "Master Anderson¡ª¡ª", "Let go of the master!",

    The central figure on their side was controlled by others, and some villagers couldn't help but lose their bearings and began to panic. Others with more determined minds were unable to make up their mind what to do, so they could only slow down their movements as much as possible and hide.  The people surrounded Arati.  ([] )

    "I will only count to three and put down my weapon." Arati's tone was as cold as a blade.  He is a former bandit leader, and he also believes in the Assassin sect. Unlike the noble knights who are persistent and honorable, as long as the goal can be achieved, the means are only secondary.

    "one¡­¡­"

    The reality is really ironic. Anderson, who was counting proudly just a few minutes ago, is now hanging on to the hands of others.  The ultimatum from the man next to him sounded so harsh to him!  All the blood in his body seemed to reach the top of his head at once. He gritted his teeth and planned to force himself to say something.  The prestige he had finally established among this group of people could not be destroyed so easily!

    However, just as Anderson made up his mind, he had time to take a deep breath.  This slight movement seemed to have been felt by the terrifying man. The scimitar on his neck was pulled unceremoniously by a very small amount.  The next second, Anderson was horrified to feel something itchy on his neck, as if something was slowly flowing down

    "Two" The cold voice continued counting.

    The powerful threat just now helped Anderson understand his situation in an instant. The fear of death completely overshadowed the unrealistic sense of vanity. He pressed his mouth tightly, fearing that he would accidentally send the wrong signal again.

    ¡°Cang Dang¡±, ¡°Cang Dang¡±¡­¡­

    One after another, villagers who could no longer bear the pressure dropped their weapons.

    Just when the situation was about to change for the better, Anderson's half-stiff body suddenly bumped forward for no apparent reason, as if there was an invisible person behind him.  It seemed like a gentle push.

    Even though it was a lion fighting a rabbit, he still did not let down his guard and kept paying attention to Alati around him.  But he really didn't expect such a sudden change. Even when he immediately turned the blade sideways like a reflex, he was still a step slower after all.

    The enchanted scimitar is too sharp.  Anderson's trachea was cut open as quickly as a hot table knife cutting through butter. A large amount of blood spurted out from the aorta in his neck, splashed several steps away, and fell to the ground.  The stiff smile originally plastered on the playboy's face had not had time to turn into fear.  He had completely lost consciousness.

    This extremely cruel scene shocked everyone around him in an instant.

    This is definitely not an accident!  Due to the intuition inherited in his blood, Alati realized almost immediately in the next second that he seemed to have inadvertently played a dishonorable role in a sophisticated plan.

    "Who¡ª¡ª!" The Master Assassin suddenly shouted, his eyes as sharp as lightning scanning the surroundings.  Almost tangible anger jumped in his pupils.  The strong sense of humiliation made his body tremble slightly, and the hot blood burned his body fiercely.

    In the master assassin's eagle vision, the world turned gray in an instant, and red light spots lit up one after another.  The villagers who recovered from the shock were horrified by the death of Master Anderson and showed complete hostility towards Arati.  However, none of this attracted the latter's attention at all, because among the clusters of red light spots, there was a thin figure wearing a worn-out felt blanket.  Intentionally or unintentionally.  Letting go of the angry villagers around them, they retreated toward the outer exit quietly and unobtrusively.  However, the golden mark that lit up on the man's body was as eye-catching as a torch reaching into the sky.

    "Don't even think about escaping!" Arati shouted angrily.

    Seeing that the tasks entrusted to him by his young monarch could no longer be accomplished through peaceful means, Alati simply gave up his extravagant hopes.  To know.  Although he has his own unique creed, he is not a good person.  Otherwise, he wouldn't have been a bandit leader when he was down and out.  When words fail to achieve the goal, then wield the sword in your hand.

    In the blink of an eye.  Turning from the stillness, like a violent lion, the master assassin plunged into the crowd of villagers who were gradually surrounding him.

    Leaning down, spinning, and swinging the knife, Arati moved among the weapons summoned by the villagers, repeating these simple actions, that's all.

    It may be difficult for ordinary people to imagine that a person like AhMention the shock that such a powerful warrior can cause when angered, but the broken limbs flying in the sky and the miserable screams of the villagers have already explained everything.  Any elite knight will not lack the courage and ability to rush back and forth among the chaos, let alone Alati, who is more powerful.

    In just a few breaths, a large space has been cleared around Arati. The villagers raised their weapons in front of them to protect themselves, not daring to take a step forward.  At this moment, the golden figure will flash out of the wooden door of the sentry tower platform.

    Without even looking at the surrounding villagers, Alati ran out following the only goal in his eyes.

    After a while, several villagers who had regained their senses a little followed and chased away. However, some people left to take care of their seriously injured companions. But whether this was really the reason, other than themselves, there was no one else.  No one else knows anymore.

    Looking at the running figure not far in front of the passage, Arati threw the scimitar in his hand without hesitation.

    This magical scimitar named "Sky Eagle" caught up with the golden figure at an extremely fast speed.  However, just when it was about to hit the target, the figure wrapped in a worn felt blanket suddenly turned around as if it had eyes on its back and clasped its hands in front of its chest.

    ¡°Squeak¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    A harsh explosion suddenly sounded in the passage. It was supposed to be a sharp magic scimitar that blew hair and cut off hair. At this moment, it was strangely fixed a few feet in front of the target. It was struggling and shaking, but could not move forward at all.  , as if tightly bound by something invisible.

    It was magic. Arati made an accurate judgment in an instant, but this judgment did not waver him at all.  His legs suddenly exerted force, the speed of his steps increased a bit, and he rushed towards the target in front of him.  The longer the preparation time is left for the magician.  The less likely a warrior is to win. This has been indirectly confirmed through various forms during his many daily exercises with Isabel.

    The rich combat experience with spell casters gave Alati a deep understanding.  If there is any secret to ordinary warriors being able to defeat powerful spellcasters, it must be "think less and act faster".  Launch a surprise attack before the magicians have time to use magic, or minimize the number and opportunities for the opponent to use magic.  Definitely the best strategy for warriors without the ability to cast spells.  So far, relying on this knowledge, more than one spellcaster has died in the hands of Alati, until the flow was destroyed by that monster-like boy.

    The scimitar "Sky Eagle" shook slightly again, and the magical power it was endowed with began to urge it to return to its owner's hands.  And the magic that binds it now is obviously unable to cope with such power.  There was a "clang" sound.  The flying eagle quickly flew back, and was gently held in Arati's hand again.

    This attack greatly shortened the distance between the two people. With his eagle vision turned off, Alati, who had left the gray and chaotic world, could clearly see the target's face and dress.

    This is a sinister-looking middle-aged man with a pale face and many obvious large tattoos and piercings on his body. Under the worn felt blanket is a delicate soft leather armor, and there are many scattered objects on the man's body.  .  A standard senior adventurer outfit.  It seems even more out of place in this remote village.  In the embrace of his outstretched hands, there was a small space with a somewhat distorted view.

    Arati is not an expert in magic, but he is not an ignorant layman either. At least he can easily identify that what the opponent is using should be a defensive spell similar to "force field shield".  However, somewhat beyond his expectation, the man had no intention of attacking at all.  As soon as the Scimitar returned, he immediately turned around and ran out of the passage without hesitation.  He was about to flee to the other side of the village.  It was as if they were planning to take advantage of the lightness of their equipment and escape without a fight.

    ¡°Damn adventurer!¡± Arati spat and chased after him.

    Just when his front foot had just stepped out of the passage.  Suddenly, my heart palpitated, as if I felt something, I suddenly leaned forward and rolled on the ground.

    "Clang¡ª¡ª!"

    The loud sound of heavy metal hitting the ground sounded behind Arati.  He stood up and looked back. On the right side of the passageway, a tall and strong bald man was slowly pulling out a two-handed battle ax with the head embedded deeply in the ground.  It can be seen that if the sneak attack just now had been strong, even with Arati's physique, he would probably be lying on the ground unable to get up.

    This monster-like man is half as tall as an ordinary person. His large tangled muscles are exposed, as if he will explode at any time.of.  Looking carefully, his face seems to be somewhat similar to the thin man just now, but the difference is that this huge face has a strange innocence like a child.  Perhaps because of the size of this body, it was difficult to get suitable armor. The bald man simply covered the vital parts of his body with a few pieces of iron armor. In his hand was a two-handed battle ax that was more than two meters long.  Even the long handle, which is usually made of hardwood on tomahawks, is all metal.  This weapon, which was too heavy for ordinary people, was obviously easy for this monster-like man. After he pulled out the two-handed tomahawk, he even waved it easily with just one hand.

    This person is by no means an opponent that can be defeated easily!  Arati came to this conclusion just by looking at the other party.  And almost at the same time, the sharp cry of the man who used magic came from behind, making his heart sink.

    "He killed Master Anderson, and now he plans to kill us all! Don't be in a daze, everyone, come together to avenge Master Anderson!" (To be continued)

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